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Copyright Graeme Murphy 2000-2021 |
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I remember it well in that Bairnsdale motel Across from the cross of St Mary We were young then and unscripted Made it up as we went along
As the curtain swirls back from the apron The footlights of twilight fade up We are watchers as well we are players In close-up unprepared and prompt less We play the play of what is and what is not
Somewhere near the owl stands her ground Somewhere the out of time cock crows Somewhere next door the black dog sighs Somewhere the clips of time stand in line Set to depart stage left and be gone
Then was then and now is now We lie in the bed we made back then The footlights have long ago faded The midnight thieves sidle closer
As our sleepless toss and turns beat time To the swish swish swish of the ceiling fan I swear that I heard you whisper
“ it’s the guilt that does the damage”
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Bairnsdale 1995 |